Chapter 138

We eventually got up and made our way to the bathroom, where we took a long, sensuous shower together, rubbing soap (and our hands) all over each other’s bodies.

Once we got out, I saw a tiny digital clock on the bathroom counter.

It was seven o’clock in the evening.

“Oh my God, I have to call Anh,” I said in a panic.

The last my roommate had heard, I was heading home after being fired. She had probably gotten back to the apartment, found it empty, and wondered if I’d nodded off on the freeway and gotten in a car wreck.

For the second time in four days, I was worrying my best friend sick.

“You have your phone, or do you need mine?” Connor asked as he toweled his hair dry.

I watched below his waist as the movement made his manhood swing back and forth. “Um… yeah…”

He saw what I was looking at. “Focus,” he teased.

“On this?” I asked as I reached out and caressed his limp shaft – after which it wasn’t quite so limp anymore.

“Ah,” he groaned, and leaned down and kissed me. Then he pulled